Six checked his equipment one last time. He had a Parrot FRG semi-automatic pistol, loaded with 17 rubber bullets. He had three more magazines on his belt. He had a miniature cutting torch, with enough fuel for 10 minutes of flame. He had a scuba mask and a small oxygen bottle, in case he needed to sink the ship but was unable to escape. And he had a set of four small knives, suitable for throwing or close combat.
This mission sounded impossible. Search a huge ship, crowded with soldiers, for something very small. Then find it, take it, and escape, all without being spotted, in 45 – he checked his watch – make that 44 minutes.
But that was Six’s life. Less than three weeks ago he’d escaped from the jail of a body-stealing psychopath. He’d driven a tank up a flight of stairs. He’d been hammer-thrown up from a runway to intercept an airborne plane.
Impossible was nothing to Agent Six of Hearts.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Third Transmission 200-word Teaser
Found this here.
Posted by Tiny Tomo at 7/22/2009 05:39:00 PM